"Who?" The Confucian cultivators froze for a moment. As divine sense swept over each of them, a chill of terror rose in their hearts, and they nearly all looked up in unison.
They saw a bolt of lightning far faster than a Nascent Soul transformed into a rainbow. A tiny figure had just appeared on the distant horizon, yet in the blink of an eye it had rushed into their sight. A cold, merciless voice rang in their ears. "I'm that damned Xiao Hua you people keep talking about!"
"X-Xiao Hua!!" Xie Han's face drained of color as he cried out, "Y-you're not dead yet?"
"Because you aren't dead yet!!!" Xiao Hua's voice suddenly boomed, like Thunderous Force, shaking everyone's ears until they rang.
At that moment, Xie Han suddenly felt that not a shred of air remained around him. Even breathing became difficult. He did not dare be negligent and hurriedly circulated his true qi to resist. Yet not only did his true qi seem frozen, making it exceptionally difficult to move, even the promised Vast Righteous Qi failed to arise from the void! What was strangest was that a sharp howl of wind abruptly appeared in midair, like an invisible meteor plummeting from the heavens.
"Ah!!!" By now, how could Xie Han not know that this was Xiao Hua's doing? As he screamed, he hurriedly wielded his Coiled Dragon Spear to resist...
Boom... The airwaves suddenly surged. It was not merely Xie Han—an area several miles above the Youlong Sect disciples also showed abnormalities as a powerful Divine Thought Hammer crashed down with brutal force! It was several times fiercer than a falling star from beyond the heavens!!
"Ah..." Xie Han let out a miserable scream. The Coiled Dragon Spear in his hand was smashed apart. Though inscriptions